C67 Cutting Shackles, Shackles Stage!

Yang Chen gazed at the token levitating before him, alongside the Spirit Gathering Pill. Reaching out, he grasped both items in his hand. The token, forged from black metal, bore the inscription 'Entry.' Within it, a subtle aura floated, imperceptible unless Yang Chen tapped into his soul force.

"A mark of status?"

"What good is it?"

Without further ado